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We weep when we are born, Not when we die!

Thomas Bailey Aldrich

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Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Age: 70 †
Born: 1836
Born: November 2
Died: 1907
Died: March 19
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Journalist
Novelist
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Portsmouth
New Hampshire
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Tears
Dies
Born

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What is a day to an immortal soul! A breath, no more.
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But I, in the chilling twilight stand and wait At the portcullis, at thy castle gate, Longing to see the charmed door of dreams Turn on its noiseless hinges, delicate sleep!
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Dialect tempered with slang is an admirable medium of communication between persons who have nothing to say and persons who would not care for anything properly said.
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Shakespeare is forever coming into our affairs -- putting in his oar, so to speak -- with some pat word or sentence.
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I like not lady-slippers, Nor yet the sweet-pea blossoms, Nor yet the flaky roses, Red or white as snow I like the chaliced lilies, The heavy Eastern lilies, The gorgeous tiger-lilies, That in our garden grow.
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When friends are at your hearthside met, Sweet courtesy has done its most If you have made each guest forget That he himself is not the host.
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Decoration Day is the most beautiful of our national holidays.... The grim cannon have turned into palm branches, and the shell and shrapnel into peach blossoms.
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October turned my maple's leaves to gold The most are gone now here and there one lingers: Soon these will slip from the twigs' weak hold, Like coins between a dying miser's fingers.
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A glance, a word -- and joy or pain befalls.... How slight the links are in the chain that binds us to our destiny!
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My mind lets go a thousand things, Like dates of wars and deaths of kings
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Everyone has a bookplate these days, and the collectors are after it. The fool and his bookplate are soon parted. To distribute one's ex libris is inanely to destroy the only significance it has, that of indicating the past or present ownership of the volume in which it is placed.
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Great orators who are not also great writers become very indistinct shadows to the generations following them. The spell vanishes with the voice.
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The man who suspects his own tediousness is yet to be born.
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Gracious to all, to none subservient, Without offense he spoke the word he meant
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With the tears a Land hath shed. Their graves should ever be green.
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The ocean moans over dead men's bones.
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